Yeah, what's up? The Young Truth, nigga, alright
Bustin' bands, we don't talk little And I just made ten grand, I only played the middle
I bought this shit clean, but I stepped on it I got that 30 on me, you can bet on it
I'm from where niggas just born jelly My zip cost 250, I know you smell me
My bitch said she don't wanna lose me Young Spike Lee, I shoot sockers, not movies
It was 2009, I was bumpin' crack raps I owe my blood my life, he taught me how to cook that
Nigga, you ain't no gangster, you a goofy If you ain't talkin' bout a comma, you can't move me
They call me C-Dub, I rap blood gang I squeeze 25 of them in my Mustang
I know you don't want the drama Cause if we can't find you, we gotta get your power
So many real niggas left, they thought it was you
If you ain't talkin' chicken, what you talkin' about?
If it ain't about a comma, then what is we talkin' about?
I'm tryna count it up, they thought that they was counting me out
For the right amount, I put it right in your mouth
Had them hitters sittin' right outside of your house
Thousands on thousands, all hundreds of pounds
Let them ass twos up and have a run of the miles
I be chasin' money like it's runnin' from me
Riverbend stacks all blue hunnids
Packs in the mail next day, yeah, deep in the game
And you ain't no gangster, you a goofy
These niggas ain't playin' fair
I came up, had to get it out the mud
Feelin' like C-Dub, this my shit and my blood
He don't move, I'm cuz, my nigga, it's all up
This shit for the real thugs, came up on the real plug
It took off, and I ain't look back from there
Tryna stack a quarter mil before the end of the year
Threw my niggas on the yard, I know it's hard in there
New Orleans, where I'm at, I'm the heart of there
Little bitch all on the nigga line, tryna go for me
I'm in her ear, tryna see if she a ho for me
All she gotta do is follow the rules
Tell a bitch she can lose, choose to stay confused
Ain't too many real niggas left, they thought it was a drought
If you didn't talk to chicken, what you talkin' about?
It ain't about a comment, and what is we talkin' about?
I'm tryna count it up, they thought that they was countin' me out
For the right amount, I put it right in your mouth
Had them hit it sittin' right outside of your house
Thousands on thousands, all hunnids some pals
Make a bitch choose up and have her runnin' for miles
Try to run without the rules, try to run them slow
Every time I know I'm making the closing words
Gonna eat in then 모두 a Magaziner
I got those niggas in my 250 I got them say ey
Those niggas got me in my 500, theyarem, ay
I close my eyes, I see I don't want no commands
All I wanna do is just go when she saying zine
Oh I wanna go get my bitch if I had another heart
I don't wanna take gaan child too far and be like hey mil 9
Fine, I'm gonna Daniel in real life, don't you know ya?
Three for the out, enough to take a honey array

Gotta try and pull in the one I don't have chance to go with them
Thank you.
You're welcome.